Embarrassment
The Trade
The Trade I was in fourth grade at St. John the Baptist grade school and life hadn’t scarred me, yet. There were two classes in every grade, 1st thru 8th and I drew 4A and my teacher was Sister Peters, or as we kids knew her, Sister Pickle Face, she always had a sour look plastered on her mug. At mid semester break my parents were informed I was being transferred, traded outright, to 4B, why, well there was no explanation, but back then you just did as told. I had a straight A report card except for conduct and that wasn’t good. My parents figured I was too much in class, but I had just turned nine, how much trouble could I be? And was the worst part was Sister Pickle got a student to be named later, it was humiliating.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
To be a writer.
Writing and reading have always been passions of mine. Ever since I was a young girl I can always remember being able to read ahead of others. I've always been told by others and felt myself that I had a way with words and writing, but somehow lately when I sit down to get anything done I can only manage to barely attempt to put the words in my brain into writing. My brain seems to be covered in a dark fog lately my mind drifts off into a million directions and the letters on the keyboard in front of me all start to blur together while I drift into daydreams.
By Amber St John5 years ago in Confessions
And That's on Periods
I am the most embarrassing person alive. Wait. Let me rephrase that: I am the most embarrassed person alive. This is not hyperbolic. If my mind was the main vessel in Inside Out, it wouldn't be the lovely Joy leading the ship. It would be Fear because I am afraid of being embarrassed. To make matters worse, I am living as an embarrassed person despite not having done anything embarrassing today or yesterday.
By Bella Leon5 years ago in Confessions
Gridiron Greatness
It is only with great difficulty that one can look all pumped up to his peers while still successfully hiding from the coaches; this was the condition I found myself in on the sidelines of the Cheyenne East practice field. I was a junior, but I was playing on the Laramie High School sophomore football team because it was my first year. It was not that I was scared to take a hit or give one. Far from it, I relished the impact of colliding helmets; it was missing a block or setting a screen for a pass when I should have been pulling for a run that kept me voluntarily benched.
By Jay Robbins5 years ago in Confessions
Best What if Questions to Ask Your Friends!
“What If?” questions are a great way to launch a discussion. They're also great as an icebreaker or a fun get-to-know-you game for any group activity. This article includes open-ended questions to stimulate thought, humorous questions to add levity to every meeting, and a list of questions for a "What If?" Questions Game. For a fun evening with your colleagues, create your own what-if questions.
By Tara5 years ago in Confessions
A Night on Newport
Vinnie’s on 34th It was July 4th in Newport Beach, what possibly could go awry? Vince was living on 34th street on the bottom apartment of a duplex. He had purchased a keg and invited mostly girls. Matt and I were down early helping Vinnie get ready and he tapped the keg about noon. I swore I wouldn’t have a beer before five, but I lied to myself.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
The Last Dance
The Last Dance So to continue my segment in embarrassing moments, there may have been a few, and one that comes to mind was when I was still married to Patty and the two of us, her five siblings, and their mates at the time, all went to a bar down in San Diego. (I’m starting to think I drink a lot or at least did, but God blesses me with hangovers so that helps)
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Surrender:
Recently, I have been growing up. By growing up I mean building up my self-control. I have been listening to audiobooks, investing in bitcoin, becoming a vegetarian, going to the gym consistently, and so on. But somewhere along the internet of things I read that fasting was the best way to increase and accomplish this goal of ultimate self-governance. The idea being if you could deny yourself one of the most primal necessities of being a human such as food; you could easily deny yourself any other fickle desires that may come up. I never would have imagined that embarking upon this spiritual journey of denying my flesh would end up with me, a 27-year-old fully grown man, to lose all control and pee on himself.
By Shaunte5 years ago in Confessions
That was smooth
It was my first year in college and I was as equally nervous as I was excited. It was a fresh start and new way to reinvent myself from the person I was in high school. I didn't have many friends and I was heavily introverted. My parents were shocked when I told them that I would me majoring in Theatre. "So you'll be backstage helping with costumes?" they asked. "Well...no...I want to act." Mind you, I had never acted a day in my life because I was so shy. But it was somehow something that I was passionate about and decided to go for it. My first class was a theater and design class. We did the basic introduction of who we were and presented images that we liked. That class would be the beginning of many friendships...and a future relationship. But we'll get to that point soon.
By Nicheal Gadson5 years ago in Confessions
Oops!
I wish I could say this incident only happened once in my life, but unfortunately there's been many times I've walked into the wrong bathroom in a public place. I think the big question is, which one is worse: A woman walking into a men's bathroom? Or is it a man walking into a woman's bathroom?
By Megan Miller5 years ago in Confessions
